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Therapist came over for a session with A on Saturday. Shopping for the weekend. Banking. Shopping. Did I mention shopping? Yeah, tis the season and all that, ha.

Then church on Sunday. A came home with three more incense sticks from the church bookstore. I suspect his own burner is happening soon. But he’s listening, he’s learning, and he’s making it a part of who he is and who he wants to be…more kind, more accepting, more joyous, more…peaceful. In these difficult times, who wouldn’t want more of that?

And now Monday is over…it just passed midnight, so technically this is Tuesday, ha…and I don’t know how it vanished without even bothering to wish me goodnight.

That it was lovely for a wintery day seems obvious. Never enough hours of daylight now. That is perhaps the biggest part of how I keep losing my days. Never fear…winter solstice will arrive before long and begin to set things right again. I remind myself of that a lot in December.

I did sneak in a few hours of writing. Those hours vanish so swiftly….and I don’t begrudge a moment spent in my whimsy and adventures on the page. Tonight it was research on airships. Not the tattered pirate sails on dirigibles kind…but ones I could envision being powered by sun as well as wind.

And in 5 short hours I must get up and begin another day. May your tomorrow be blessed.